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Oi, mate, brothel’s a right mess, innit? Filthy little dens of shagging and despair. Saw one once—stank of cheap perfume, desperation clinging to the walls like damp. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, “You can’t change the past,” but these punters keep tryin’, don’t they? Pathetic. Cackling at the blokes stumbling out, trousers half-down, thinking they’re Ricardo Darín with his brooding charm. Nah, mate, you’re just a sweaty git with a fiver.

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First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude on Via Roma is locked outta his car. I’m like, “Bro, did you forget your keys again?” Classic. But hey, I send someone over. Meanwhile, I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Filottrano’s got this vibe, ya know? Small town, but full of life. The streets are narrow, and the buildings are all old-school charm. Love it.

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